To bear the Cross of Sins

(From my poetry collection 'The Nameless Avenue') 

Wisdom visited by north east monsoon 

 So many volumes of

October rain pours

over those barren hills,

in sequence after sequence.

media exaggerates the tales of

submerged streets,

water locked houses, 

water shredded down somewhere.

        Yet all the distant thunders

         unsheathed lightning

         decried Velato’s appeals

         for  few more showers       

How many mouths cry for water,

And how heart breaking

it finds many other  directions

commanding to  bear the cross of sins

           Repetition is the crux

           of the real matter ;

           it’s sickening to accept it

           facing my own people.

        

After all it's wisdom

visited by the north-east

monsoon’s confirm,

Gulp it down Countrymen!

Vaiyavan